♡#73-Sick~R♡

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This was requested by the same person who requested toys.

Noah's POV

Me and Michael were in the same math class.

It has been a few day's since I left that bitch.

She's in jail right now.

Thankfully.

I was slouched back in my chair staring at the board, my arms crossed.

Michael sat beside me.

I looked at him.

He was not paying attention and had his head down.

I looked back at the board and back at Michael.

I tapped his shoulder.

"Are you alright, love?"

He looked at me.

"I feel terrible."

"Ask to go to the nurse."

He nodded and raised his hand.

"Yes, Michael."

"I don't feel good.. Can I go to the nurse..?"

"I suppose."

"Thank you."

She continued teaching.

Michael had been in there for a bit.

I raised my hand.

"What."

"Can I go to the bathroom."

"Be quick, Noah."

"Mhm."

I got up and walked out of the room.

I am not actually going to the bathroom.

I am going to check on Michael.

I walked into the room and saw him sitting on a chair.

"Michael?"

"Why are you here, sir?"

"To check up on him. Why else?"

"Did your teacher send you?"

"No."

"Get back to class."

"No?"

"Get back to class, now."

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